I have been mourning all this weekend. I am trying to do something that may just be able to lift my mood. But to no avail. No news has brought cheer to me. And I have finished a lot of books and articles meanwhile. Moreover, the newspapers, The Express and The TOI are completed. Movies are through as well. So is F-1 and so is Anand's domination of Kramnik and Adams. I have trid every trick in the book including talking to relatives and friends and I still feel not so good. I tried sleeping, working and currently am sitting in a games arcade. Gosh. What all people do to get rid of depression. Tom Robbins was right when he said people in "depression" are the most self centered of all people. All I been doing is pandering myself. Now it's Star Wars for me. Let's see how George Lucas fares.
I have a confession to make. We don’t have a sofa at home. We seriously don’t.. Over the last two years, whenever Vartika has broached the touchy topic of a Sofa buy, I have ended up doing rants on how the money saved on not buying a Sofa would be able to feed us for a month, in case startup went bust. (And no, I was not counting on dumb UPA government allowing Sharad Pawar to make billions running amok on the vegetable and cereals market and looting us. In that case, count that sum to last for mere 15 days. That rant is for a separate day) Imagine a 30-40k sofa and me eating it, like the borers mostly do. Tough to imagine and sad to think of. So I return to the sofa tales. Vartika knew I had make her do with those mattresses. You know how dumb I am, relentlessly pointless. Unfortunately I ran into an Ariean, and that too my Mom. She looked at me and the mattresses and then again at me, and I went ballistic. From the sensibility of an accountant, to the eruditeness of an economist (De
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